- What's up? - I'm gonna need you to go up
to the bureau of motor vehicles on the fourth floor.
We got to talk ourselves out of this late registration fee
for the parks van.
Come on. I don't want to go to the fourth floor.
That is the creepiest place on earth.
The fourth floor is awful...
The DMV, divorce filings,
probation offices.
They put a popcorn machine up there just to brighten things up,
but they used the wrong kind of oil
and a bunch of people had to get their throats replaced.
They'll only talk to you or me,
and I can't go.
Because I don't want to.
Hey, boo, you're pretty.
Thank you, sir.
Are you on probation?
I got clean urine. You need female, I got female.
- I'm good. Thank you. - Hey, you clean? I buy too.
Tom and Wendy?
Popcorn?
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Episode 211 The Fourth Floor
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So, Tom...
how's everything in your life, generally?
Amazing.
Took a risk, bought some shoes online.
Paid off handsomely, as you can see.
And how are your institutions
that you're a part of?
- You heard about my divorce? - I saw you on the fourth floor.
I'm so, so sorry.
Honestly, it's fine.
Lasted longer than Avril Lavigne and the guy from Sum 41. Am I right?
I don't know what those are.
Look...
stop working.
- Would have been nice to have saved it. - You should have auto-saved that.
That kind of feels like your fault.
Look, I've heard your voice when she calls you on the phone.
I've seen you look at her ass when she leaves the room.
You love her.
I really appreciate what you're trying to do,
but I'm fine.
Look. Look at my face. Are you watching?
I did a little research,
and divorce is the number two
most stressful event in a person's life.
Of course marriage is number seven.
So watch out, everyone.
It's all bad.
We have to step up. For Tom's sake.
I think Tom seems fine.
Well, that is the problem.
Tom always seems like Mr. Slickster cool guy,
but he's hiding his emotions
underneath a very thick layer of axe body spray.
We have to help him.
- We are his safe bubble. - She's kind of right.
None of his family lives here,
and all of his friends are frat guys and morons.
This seems like none of our business.
Be supportive, okay?
Don't be all like,
"I don't want to.
"I am a guy,
"and I like fire
"and playing hockey and eating meat.
"No, no, says I."
- That was a really good Ron. - Thank you.
- I don't know how to explain... - Hey, Mark.
The shoeshine stand still doesn't have that syphilis medication
you were asking about.
What a coincidence.
Are you in this office
purely for business reasons?
Pleasure, actually.
My boyfriend, Mark, works here.
- He's sitting right next to me. - Hey, Andy.
What a surprise running into you all day every day
every single place that we are.
Likewise.
Well, I guess I'll see you guys around.
See ya.
Also, Mark, again,
we don't have those extra-small condoms you ordered.
I called the factory. It's gonna take a special order.
Not just because of the size, but because of the weird shape as well.
Something they've never dealt with before. We'll talk.
Mark never asked me for any small, weirdly-shaped condoms.
I made that up.
Every day I subtly chip away at their relationship,
weakening it little by little.
Where's Tom Haverford?
For ******** sake.
So you had a divorce
Of course of course
And no one enjoys a divorce of course
I don't know what to do. I can't be like, "Hey, Leslie,
it's a green-card marriage. I'm fine."
Leslie thinks you're a wounded animal,
so her female instincts are kicking in.
Here's what you do.
Act sad.
Let her pull the thorn out of your paw and wrap a bandage around it.
That'll make her feel better. She'll get off your jock.
You still can't tell anyone about the green card thing.
Apparently you can get in trouble even after divorce.
Damn the man.
Your secret's safe with me.
Thanks, Rondoleezza Rice.
Okay, everyone...
The rumors are true. Wendy and I are splitting up.
Yeah, I'm really hurt.
I'm so sorry you feel that way, little friend.
Why don't we go out tonight, hit the town after work, huh?
We'll make it Tom's night. You can go anywhere you want. Our treat.
There's a really fun documentary
about tandem bicycles at the art house.
Supposed to be pretty unapologetic.
- Or we could go to a restaurant. - Strip club?
- Did somebody say strip club? - No.
- Somebody say strip club? - You did.
I definitely heard someone say strip club.
- You did. - Would the glitter factory
be okay with whoever suggested strip club?
I don't think that's a good idea.
There is a great dinosaur-themed restaurant in Patterson.
It is called Jurassic Fork.
I have gone there three times a week for the last 15 years.
Dinosaurs, huh?
All right. Sounds okay.
Okay! It's gonna be a crazy night, guys.
I will see you at Jurassic Fork
at 5:45 p. M.
Hi, welcome to Jurassic Fork
where the only thing that'll be extinct is your appetite.
- You ready to order? - Yes.
I will have the Jamaican jerk chicken veloci-wrap.
I'm gonna get the tricera-chops, please.
How do you want that cooked?
Medium roar.
Medium rare?
No, medium roar.
For legal reasons, wecan't make puns about the temperature of the meats.
I'll have the surf and turf-osaurus,
and a couple of bottles of wine?
I'm gonna need a lot of wine, so keep it flowing.
I'm not gonna be drinking anything.
Just wanted everybody to know that.
I'm not a big fan of group dinners
where everybody splits the bill no matter what they get.
I ordered a tyranno-ceasar salad, and that's all I'm paying for.
Hey, check it out.
They got pool.
You want to play?
Finally settle that debate about who's the better pool player.
I've never had that debate with anyone.
We'll put a little money on it.
- Make it a little more interesting. - Please.
No, I figured because pool is all about angles,
and he's a failed architect, that he might want to play pool.
- Let's do it. - Really? That worked?
How to hustle somebody in pool by Andy Dwyer.
Step 1, find the person you want to hustle.
Invite them to play pool.
Should they accept,
you're in.
Here's what I think we should do. Everyone should go around
and say one thing that they love about Tom.
I'll start.
- I really wish I could have your body. - What?
Like, tied up, naked, in your basement?
No, I mean, you're in good shape, and you can eat whatever you want.
Well, that was weird, Jerry.
Ann, you go ahead.
I think Tom is really nice.
Also, you can give me your credit cards,
- I'll divide it up. I don't mind. - Don't worry about it.
The restaurant'll divide it evenly. Just enjoy yourself.
April, go ahead.
Tom is the only cool person in the office.
Ridiculous. Donna?
I love you, Tom. You're my little prince.
Just want to put you in a little cape and a little hat
and just fly you around.
Thank you, Donna.
Hey, garcon?
I'm still feeling pretty sad.
Can I get two creme brulees
and another glass of "bronto" grigio?
I thought I had Tom all figured out,
but it's almost like he's faking being sad.
Why would he do that?
And that's game.
I think you now owe me $25.
Shoot.
Someone had a pool table growing up, huh?
What do you say we play again?
We'll make it a little more interesting. Go double or nothing?
Why not?
Step two,
lose to your opponent intentionally, so they gain confidence.
Step two has been completed.
Easily.
Very easily.
Mark is pretty good at pool.
So how are you feeling, Tom?
Are you feeling okay?
I like pretending to be sad.
I now see why girls do it.
So your arrangement with Wendy,
it really was completely platonic?
Yeah, never so much as even kissed.
Except for a little peck at the wedding for appearances.
Now that you're getting divorced,
I sort of feel like...
there may be some potential with me and Wendy.
Would it be okay with you if I was to ask her out
once the fake dust settles?
Why not? Sure.
Looking at her, I... I feel like...
She might be the perfect spooning size for me.
I'm gonna take a leak.
That would be $6,400.
I accept checks and most major credit cards.
Mark is way better than me. I'm gonna...
I'm gonna say that there is at least...
a chance...
that I didn't think this through completely.
I think I'm done, Andy.
Forget money. We'll play for something else.
- You have nothing else to give me. - A t-shirt I tackled Eddie Vedder in.
It's literally priceless.
Okay, how about this.
If you win, you don't owe me any money, but if I win, stop bugging me and Ann.
- What are you talking about? - No more comments.
No more showing up when we're hanging out.
You leave us alone.
That doesn't seem like a very fair bet.
So if I win,
I also get Ann.
Okay, fine.
If you win, then you get Ann.
Rack 'em up.
Somebody punch someone.
So how you doing, buddy?
Want some steak? Champagne?
Think of something and we'll get it. What do you want?
A cheese fountain?
A ruby?
A goose heart?
How about a marriage? How about a non-divorce?
I'm sorry. Maybe you need some time apart,
to remember how much you care about each other.
Think about it. Does our marriage really make sense to you?
She's a tall, beautiful surgeon.
I'm a short, beautiful government employee
slash club promoter.
You're a club promoter?
Aspiring.
The point is, I never meant anything to her.
It wasn't even a real marriage.
Now the sadness is pouring out of Tom.
Like blood from a pterodactyl after it's attacked by a T-Rex.
I have to take him to a place where he can't possibly be sad.
Crap.
- We are going to the Glitter Factory. - What?
I can't go back there. But if you see Jasmine,
tell her she can keep Anthony, but I want my microwave back.
Good. You're gonna take April home.
No, I want to go to the Glitter Factory.
Drop out of school and start doing meth.
Let's go, everybody.
I appreciate what you're trying to do,
but once you go in there,
you will see things you cannot un-see.
I'm a feminist. I would never, ever go to a strip club.
I've gone on record that if I had to have a stripper's name,
it would be Equality.
But I'm willing to sacrifice all that I've worked for
just to put a smile on your perverted little face. So don't blow this.
- All right. - Lap dances are on me.
I mean, I'm paying for them. They're not gonna actually be on me.
Got it.
I kind of feel like Jane Goodall studying the chimps.
'Cause there are some feminist scholars
who say that stripping is a feminist act.
There is a girl here that also works at Quiznos.
She's really nice to me here
but really mean to me at Quiznos.
Go put these in places I do not approve of.
I'm gonna put these in places you've never heard of.
Yeah, I've been a little down.
Totally natural. I'm getting divorced.
But now I'm ready to pull myself up by some g-strings.
It's rough in here.
- Is it always like this? - I wouldn't know.
Don't like strip clubs.
Smells like a wet mop in here.
And I get the feeling that these women is running a low-grade fever.
You're one of the good ones.
Wait a minute.
Hello, beautiful.
Strippers do nothing for me.
I like a strong, salt of the earth,
self-possessed woman at the top of her field,
your Steffi Grafs, your Sheryl Swoopes.
But I will take a free breakfast buffet
any time, any place.
Tom cat. Pull up a mouth.
This buffet is unstoppable.
I'm not hungry.
You're doing a bang-up job of looking sad about Wendy.
Does she make scrambled eggs?
Take it down a notch.
You already won your Oscar, DiCaprio.
Ann, in case I don't sink this,
it's been a real pleasure dating you.
Scratch on the eight!
I'm victorious.
I'm awesome at pool, and I hustled your ass.
Take a moment to say good-bye.
I don't even know how to say this. I am so sorry,
and I will do my best to visit you on holidays.
Thanks. You tried.
I guess you're his now.
- Do you want to get out of here? - I do.
Bye, Andy.
I know that legally
Ann is now mine,
but, it weirdly doesn't feel that way.
- This is Seabiscuit. - Sierra.
Sorry, it's loud in here.
And I gave her money to writhe around on your parts.
I don't want to do that.
Well, I already paid her. Can I get my money back?
So let her do her writhing.
I just got to say, Sierra, I don't get why this cheers men up,
because it's very insincere and fleeting,
but go crazy. Give my friend here the works.
- Really grind the sorrow out of him. - You got it.
And then afterwards, reconsider your profession, but for now,
grind away.
Stripper dancing action.
I don't want to do this.
Is it because you have a strong, positive, female figure watching you?
No, it's because I'm miserable.
Never mind. Thank you, Seabiscuit. That'll be all.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
This is honestly the saddest I've ever been.
Glitter bomb!
I've been to the Glitter Factory a million times.
That girl up there,
she's my emergency contact.
But right now,
I hate it here.
And I just want to see Wendy.
It's perfectly normal to feel devastated when something's over.
It's exactly how I felt when that planet earth series ended.
60 days!
And then she's free to marry Ron Swanson.
What? Ron?
He's gonna ask her out. He told me.
But who cares?
If it's not him, it'll just be some other guy.
Did you tell Tom that you were gonna ask out Wendy?
It's complicated.
What is wrong with you?
I wish I wasn't alive to hear myself say this,
but I am ashamed
to be your deputy. I don't get men.
If they're not wagering their girlfriends in pool,
then they're trying to steal each other's wives.
It makes you question the whole notion of those bromance movies.
Great. Good. Okay.
Could you carry him out of here?
And, you know, also maybe not have sex with his wife?
Thanks.
From the knees.
He weighs eight pounds.
We took Tom out tonight, and he had a bit too much to drink.
Come on in.
My God.
You insensitive little hussy.
Excuse me?
Halt.
You're not divorced yet and you're inviting other men over?
You're married?
Technically, yeah.
That's my husband.
Who's he carrying?
No. That's his boss.
My husband's the one that's being carried.
By his boss.
How's it going?
Good.
You know what?
You and Ron will be perfect for each other.
You should get married and start a club for people who betray Tom Haverford.
You have a lovely home.
So where do you want this?
So how you feeling?
Rough morning?
You know those hangover pills you can order on TV?
I threw up a bunch of them this morning and feel much better.
Last night was really rough,
but all I want for you is to get over this.
I need to tell you something.
The reason I was acting weird yesterday was,
Wendy and I have a green-card marriage.
My God, because you're Libyan.
No, damn it. Wendy's from Canada.
Wait. Start again?
This...
You guys got a second? It's about last night.
I hope I'm not gonna have to explain to you that you don't own me.
Of course not.
I never for one second thought that that was for real.
You don't have to worry about me bothering you anymore.
You clearly have something going,
and I should respect that.
If you say "psych", I'm gonna be really pissed.
You remembered how much I like to say "psych".
But no, this is no "psych".
Thank you for saying all that just now.
Sure.
Goodbye, A-cakes.
Hello, Ann.
Good-bye, Ann.
Good-bye, Andy.
I thought for a second you were gonna chase after me, but you didn't.
I meant every word I said.
You like your wife? That's a bummer.
Anyone knows that you like your wife? Your wife knows that you like your wife?
I didn't know until yesterday.
So don't tell anyone. Don't tell Ron.
It's my problem.
How could there possibly still be glitter on me?
Takes forever to get off.
My crotch looks like a disco ball.
Sorry she called you selfish of course
She just didn't know the full story of course
But now that she does she's sorry of course
She loves being your deputy
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